New Year - Sequel to Mistletoe

May 6, 2015

A/N: I apologize I really love Mikey but in this fic he's a dick ok? Ok.

Patrick

We arrived at Josh's house, which was considerably smaller than Gerard's, but had a homely, safe feeling to it. However, the last thing I felt was safe, because I spotted Mikey's car in the driveway, as well as Pete's, and I braced myself for a horrible time. Mostly because I didn't really know how the three of us would interact in the same room together and I wasn't necessarily interested in finding out.

Brendon could sense my nervousness, and he gave me a quick pat on the shoulder and a reassuring smile as we all made our way to the front door. Josh opened it, smiling immediately and I could hear a voice from inside yelling, "Who is it?". Ray's, I think. Josh looked over his shoulder, calling our names and then he grinned at us. "Come on in, guys."

We all made our way in, only for me to almost trip and fall as Frank dashed in front of me, Gerard chasing after him and giggling. I was caught by my hand, though, and as I turned to see who it was that caught me, I was greeted by the sight of Pete's face. "T-Thanks." I mumbled, as he helped me stand. He nodded, then I went into the living room. All the others were there already.

Tyler was writing carefully in a notebook whose cover read "Regional At Best", his sock-clad feet resting casually on the cushion beside him, Ray was busy chowing down on what appeared to be a slice of pizza, Andy was pushing Joe away from his face, who was trying to kiss him on the cheek. I assumed Gerard and Frank were playing an extreme version of tag, and Josh plopped on the sofa along with Ryan and Brendon. Which left Mikey. Who was, strangely, nowhere to be seen.

I wasn't complaining.

Pete grabbed my hand, much to my discomfort, but I didn't stop him as he dragged me to sit down on one of Josh's couches. Joe let out a loud burp, and Andy groaned in disgust as Frank burst into the room. "That," he exclaimed, "was amazing." Joe bowed his head in gratitude, and I gave a small chuckle at the sight.

Frank then came over to my couch, and promptly landed on me, as I let out an "oof", groaning under his weight. Gerard soon followed, but instead landed on Pete, who had a similar reaction. Frank snorted, then tumbled off me as Gerard followed.

"Guys," Ray groaned through a mouthful of pizza, "Let's do something." Tyler looked up from his writing. "Could you be a little quieter? I'm trying to get something done." Ray scoffed. "Like what?" He tried to glance over Tyler's shoulder, and Tyler moved his shoulder so Ray couldn't see. "Nothing that concerns you, Toro." Ray raised an eyebrow, then snatched the notebook from Tyler and paged through it.

"Huh." He said, after a moment. "You're a good writer." Tyler looked embarrassed, his face red as he snatched the notebook back and mumbled a "thanks". "Where's Mikey?" asked Joe, looking around the room. I looked around as well, as did the others. Gerard, who was currently sitting on the floor, piped up, "I think he said he was going to the bathroom. He'll be back any moment." Joe shrugged. "Okay."

I uncomfortably shifted at the mention of Mikey, and Pete noticed, but he didn't say anything about it. "I'm gonna go get a drink." I mumbled quietly. "Do you want me to come with?" Pete said, looking over at me. I shook my head, then got up and went into the kitchen as I left the sound of the others' voices in the room behind me.

I opened the first cupboard I saw, hoping it had cups in it. It did, lucky me. I filled it with water, and turned around to go back into the living room, but was stopped by someone standing in the doorway. I looked up, alarmed, to see Mikey. "What are you doing?" He said, staring at me with what looked like disdain. "I-I was getting water." I stuttered out, intimidated. He crossed his arms. "So. How was the hospital?" I hesitated, wondering if he was really concerned or if he was just being sarcastic.

"W-What do you mean?" I said, holding the glass of water so tight out of fear that I was honestly afraid I'd break it. He rolled his eyes. "Nothing." He pushed past me into the kitchen, and as he did, I could hear him mutter, "Should've died there." My eyes widened, and I turned around immediately. "Y-You?" I stuttered, staring at him. He scoffed. "Obviously."

He then proceeded to come closer, me backing up until my back hit the wall behind me. He leaned in close, and muttered angrily, "Stay the fuck away from Pete." "H-He kissed me. I didn't do anything." I said, my eyes wide from fear. He rolled his eyes again. "I don't give a fuck what you think happened. Stay away from him, or you'll regret it." I had a sudden burst of confidence, and blurted out, "Yeah? What'll you do?" He narrowed his eyes at me, his icy glare nothing short of terrifying. He was about to answer, when someone came in the kitchen.

Mikey immediately backed away from me, and all my confidence was gone, instead all the fear returning. Pete stood in the doorway, looking between Mikey and I, then asked, "What's going on...?" Mikey put on a smile, while I stayed wide eyed and scared. "Nothing. I was just telling Patrick that I'm glad he's out of the hospital." I stared at Pete, my eyes pleading for him not to believe Mikey, and he looked at me, confused. "Okay?" He replied hesitantly.

Mikey smiled again, going up to Pete and grabbing his hand. "Let's go out to the others." Pete looked at their hands, then pulled his own back towards him. "Uh, actually, I wanted to get some water." "I'll get it for you." Pete shook his head quickly. "No thanks. I'll get it myself." Mikey shrugged, then left the room as I stood there, still frozen.

"Uh, Patrick?" He asked. "Are you okay?" I shook my head slowly, then slid my back down the wall, sitting on the floor. His eyes widened, and he immediately sat next to me. "What happened?" I didn't say anything. I couldn't, really. "Was it Mikey? What'd he do?"

I almost wanted to tell him, but I also didn't want to. I honestly didn't want to tell anyone. I was already being enough of a burden as it was, but if I brought this up, all I'd do was add on to that. So I decided not to say anything. I decided not to tell anyone about the constant texts I'd received in the past week, all apparently from Mikey, all telling me the same thing. To kill myself. And to succeed this time.

So I didn't tell him.

"Nothing." I shook my head. "I'm fine, Pete." He searched my eyes. "No, you're not. Your pupils are dilated. Whatever he did, it scared you." "No, he didn't do anything." He raised an eyebrow. "He was all up in your face when I came in here. He was glaring, you looked terrified, and now your pupils are dilated." "Pete, drop it." He sat back, crossing his arms. "So he scared you into not talking to me. Is that it? Is that what happened?"

I slowly nodded, looking up at him. His eyes softened, and he said, "He doesn't have any control over you." "Pete?" I choked out, and his eyes widened with concern. "What is it?" He asked. Without words, I pulled out my phone and pulled up the messages Mikey had sent me, all of them. Then I gave my phone to Pete.

His eyes widened immediately as he scrolled, and to my surprise, I saw anger in his face. He was furious. "This is Mikey?" He whispered, and I nodded slowly, hugging my knees to my chest, the glass of water sitting forgotten at my feet. I began to cry silently, tears welling up in my eyes and falling down my cheeks. He saw, and he pulled me into a hug immediately. He didn't say anything, probably because if he tried to speak he might start yelling because of Mikey.

And we sat there, on Josh's kitchen floor, as I cried silently. Pete's arms around me, though I knew he was itching to go yell at Mikey. Which I honestly didn't want. I didn't want a scene. I felt like shit already.

At least Pete was here.